This is a song about "Orders"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm just a soldier following orders

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Y'all niggas act like waitress, you're always taking orders,

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars